Magical Tipsy Toes

Wow!!! it is bloody amazing to just ACCIDENTALLY stumble into my own blog…its like magic i tell you…magic.. Lately alot of stuff been happening accidentally, then again i’m half dead sometimes..so that probably explains it. Had a brilliant time last night… after mass, went for dinner and i was bloody stuffed.. then i happen to accidentally call dawn…she also happen to be accidentally in town..so we met up and nita told the taxi man (the one that does not talk much) to accidentally drive down to town too…and lav…accidentally stumbled into Mac cafe and what do you know… we all accidentally met la!!! interesting day i tell you…bloody interesting day!!

i dunnow what to do now. im sleepy, tired..yet i feel awake and i want to go dancing. dancing now…can we go now?? how abt now?? lets all go now!!!! im feeling very edgy..think cause boss coming over now…i need to pee too…so that cld be the problem too…yeah..i think it is… was raining really heavy this morning…wld have been nice to sleep in…but noooo….i had to fucking accidentally come to work…but thats cool..its only 11.45am….its still morn…how like tat?? i feel like eating country pie now and chocolate fondue… hmmm…….thoughts running thru my head…like if i walk out of office now with all my things packed in a box, you think they’ll notice im gone…or what if i say i have a ear problem and i cant ans calls or hear ppl….will they leave me alone…or just maybe, just maybe, i take the fake bloood meant for tom..and smear all over myself…and then write on my table, because of YOU, you bastard man…then when he panic and go call the emergency ppl, i quickly wash it off and pretend to do my work…then he comes back and he dun see blood no more…he might think he is going nuts and resign….u think that wld worK?? or i can also tell him, im down with a serious case of majanjitis and its contagious…esp if you are seeing or married to a manjan…they will let me leave this place? will they?? after all…. i think i have some symptons..those prolonged symptoms mentioned below in red…cause lav is a doctor..so she really knows her stuff esp for manjanjitis.. im scared now…

MANJANJITIS…IS IT REALLY CONTAGIOUS???

5 GIRLS GO WILD AND BESERK AFTER CONTRACTINGMANJANJITIS JUST HOURS AFTER MEETING PSYCHOCATWOMAN.

ASK YOURSELF, IS IT REALLY SAFE???

i need to go for a break…i need a stick..no not the satay stick you stupid yellow bastards… take care my little rascals, and tom, we shall go dancing.. love you little jellybeans…

Heaven - talking heads
Everyone is trying to get to the bar.
The name of the bar, the bar is called Heaven.
The band in Heaven plays my favorite song.
They play it once again, they play it all night long.

Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.
Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.

There is a party, everyone is there.

Everyone will leave at exactly the same time.
Its hard to imagine that nothing at allcould be so exciting, and so much fun.

You know..one would think that one day. Just for ONE freaking day, I’d write a happy blog, but nooo…today isn’t one of those days. I got screwed over by the boss who really is a man, but has a lady’s name, so go figure it out. They just can’t leave me alone. On a damn saturday night, almost ANYTIME of the day, the bastard messages me. Maybe he doesn’t get laid enough, I don’t know. Or maybe he can never find the right underwear and all of his current ones are smelly coz he’s too damn lazy to go wash them him damn self. The wifey has to do it of course. Sure what. White men all like that. Cannot wash their own underwear. They either buy new ones and then wonder why they’re bankrupt at the end of the day, or they get someone to wash it for them.Alright then, who knew I could ramble on so much about white men and their underwear. But who cares right? I’m going to phuket and then to new york and I’m going to live like a queen. Yeap. that’s what I’m gonna do. No small pathetic princessy shit. I’m the fucking QUEEN damn it! So I’ll live like one. I need to go for mass later. I’m late and all, but still have time to write in here…You know, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. So when a girl needs to vent, a girl will vent. Just like having to pee. You gotta pee, you pee. Doesn’t matter where it is. In a stairwell, in an electric room, near the highway, in a field behind the police academy. Doesn’t matter really. It’s always important to empty your bladder or we’ll all die of kidney stones or some shit like that. Bad enough Jean’s always on my back about lung cancer and all other forms of cancer, I don’t need freaking stones in my body alright?

Okay lah, I’d better get off now before I go bonkers and write ten pages or something.Take care all! May your life be far better than mine…though I don’t doubt it already is.
Love you! Despite the cynicism of course.